"Creak..." With a sound, the old boss came back, looking at the house to the west in a daze.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Grandpa looked at the old leader who had left and returned. He didn't know why this old brother had just gone out and then came back, and he was still staring blankly at the wall of the west room.
"Has this painting always been there?" The old man pointed at an ink painting on the wall. It has a green cypress as the base, a river as the boundary, and seven bamboos as the centerpiece. There is no inscription, but this painting It doesn't feel very old, nor is it written by a famous artist, but it is quite artistic and has an indescribable mystery.
"I painted this myself. It has been hanging here since it was framed. It has been seven years since I thought about it." Grandpa stood up, walked to the painting, and looked at the cypress river and the water on the painting. A few bamboo trees.
"Haha, the painting is quite nice." The old man looked at the painting and nodded with a smile.
"Brother, you still know how to draw?" Grandpa looked at the boss with some surprise. The boss looked like a hunter no matter how he was dressed. He didn't expect that he could still draw. It's true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance.
"What do I know? I just think this painting is pretty and comfortable to look at." The old boss quickly smiled and shook his head, denying that he knew anything about painting.
"I..." Grandpa was a little disappointed. He thought that this old brother was a strange hermit who lived in seclusion. When he saw the old man denying it, he would inevitably be a little disappointed.
"Okay, you can keep an eye on the child while I go out and take a look." After the old man said that, he turned and left the west room, walked out of the door, and never looked at the painting again.
"Squeak..." The old man walked out of the door of the main house and closed the door with his backhand. He stood at the door with his eyes closed and just thought about everything just now. He didn't find what he was looking for, and he didn't know what he was looking for. It's not an illusion.
"Dad, what's wrong?" The fourth child saw his father coming out. He didn't speak or move. He just stood at the door. He didn't know what happened to his father, so he quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"Hey, it's okay. Did you tell your elder brother?" Lao Na opened his eyes and looked at his fourth son beside him, and sighed softly.
"Say, the eldest brother came here just now. I told him to continue guarding the door." The fourth child nodded and told him that the eldest brother came here just now. The eldest brother came here. The third child has already led his people to continue repairing the gate. I don’t know if anything else will come. Let’s repair the gate first. If nothing goes wrong after dawn, let the Wu family quickly build a new gate, but now we must use The wooden board was used to seal the door first.
"Okay, you go up and continue to guard the top." The old man pointed his head upward with his hand, indicating that the fourth man could go back to the roof and no longer had to guard the door here.
"Okay, dad, I'll go up first." The fourth child responded, turned around and found a corner, exerted force with his feet and waist, stepped on the wall a few times, borrowed some strength, and reached out to grab it. After struggling with the cornices on the eaves, he climbed onto the roof and stood firmly on the edge of the eaves, looking at the boss with a smile.
"Hey, I hope what the expert said is true. This child is a man of great fortune. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do." The old man sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He went in to investigate. I didn't find anything wrong even though I was trying to turn it around. This was the biggest problem. It was obvious that the magnetic ball was ringing, but there was nothing abnormal when I went in. Isn't this strange? Moreover, the two statues of door gods on the main entrance of the Wu family were broken, which was too strange.
In the main room of the Wu family courtyard, my grandfather stroked his short beard and looked at the painting in front of him. Why did this painting feel weird? There was a sense of mystery just now, but now the sense of mystery is getting weaker and weaker. I feel like this The painting is not that good either. Although this painting can be regarded as my favorite work, but because of this, I know this painting too well and I don’t have the mysterious feeling just now. The current state of this painting is the right one. Yes, it’s just an ordinary painting.
"Eh...?, one, two, three, four, five, six, six bamboos? How do you remember that you just saw seven bamboos? You are too old?" Grandpa looked at the bamboos in the painting doubtfully, questioning whether he had just seen them. Wasn't it wrong? It seemed like there were seven pillars just now?
"Let me tell you, be careful and find an inconspicuous place to hide in the painting. You can't imagine turning into bamboo. Fortunately, this old man is not good at math and memory." A white Colorful light mist floated on the fox's body. It tilted its head and floated in mid-air. It kept scolding a dragon beside it. The dragon's body was filled with mist. The dragon's head looked at the spirit fox with sideways eyes.
"It's good for you. If your illusion wasn't disrupted by the old man's sudden return, you're good for me. As for hiding, you turned around and hid in the painting. You found a strange rock to hide in. You didn't care about me. What should I do? , can’t you just enter the painting and turn into bamboo? You still have the nerve to scold me." Jiaolong was not the one who suffered the loss, so he opened his mouth and counterattacked.
The two spirit beasts were hiding in the west room just now. When the spirit fox saw that the old man was gone, he set out to go to the middle room. First, he arranged illusions to confuse the old man, making him sleep or preventing him from doing anything. Just isolate the old man from the east room so that he can't notice what happened in the east room. Who would have known that before he left, the old man would come back again, catching Linghu off guard and using an illusion. The dragon became unstable and had no other choice, so it got into the painting and found a boulder next to a cypress to hide. Seeing that something was wrong, the dragon also entered the painting and turned into a bamboo. , the water vapor all over the body could not be hidden, so the water vapor melted directly into the river, so I always put my head in and looked at the painting and felt something was wrong. I always felt that this painting had a mysterious feeling, not to mention that the three main subjects were all attached to spiritual objects. That is, if the painting can get a little spiritual light, or a little spiritual thing is attached to it, it will give birth to a sense of mystery, and people will unconsciously feel that it is a good painting, and the more they look at it, the more they will like it.
"Hurry up, why are you talking so much?" The spirit fox raised its head and walked towards the main room arrogantly. As it walked, it kept setting up illusions so that grandpa would not notice it. Others could only listen to what it said to Jiaolong. Not enough.
"Hmph..., stinky fox..." Jiaolong didn't intend to continue quarreling with the spirit fox. After all, he had to rely on the fox to lure the children of the Yue family out. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to break in. The realgar, cinnabar and the... There were small black particles. Although he didn't know what they were, the smell he didn't like was still stimulating it.
"Okay, look at the old man, I'll lead this kid out." Linhu came to the main room in mid-air, and was busy with the east room for a while, and finally pulled the east room into his world of illusion, and let him The main room and the east room in the middle were divided. Originally, it was just a matter of confusing the old man and the child. In fact, it was very simple and did not require so much effort. The Japanese samurai sword was in the way. Whenever the fox tried to use it on the old man, During the illusion, the murderous aura on the samurai sword would instantly break the spell, causing the fox to be able to only perform the illusion according to the space, but a lot of effort and means were wasted.
